I feel like I might be part of some little war today. Ross Nukem arrived at my door for tea with an unexpected white plastic bag containing a packet of sausage, a carton of eggs, and a small bar of chocolate. Can’t have you living off bagels only, dear, you’ll die. Things are obviously getting out of hand. Next the resistance shall bring me dried coffee and a handgun. I can tell. My next task will be to seduce someone of importance and discover the whereabouts of the sekrit dokumentas.
It’s likely the chocolate that struck me with this thought. That, and Ross is a weapons dealer.
I think I like that a weapons dealer just dropped by with Rations. In fact, have some delicious music.